Yu Xi inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch...
She couldn't help recalling that night when the two of them drunkenly stripped off each other's clothes, and a faint memory told her that his body had really felt quite comfortable...
Thinking about it, she reckoned she hadn't lost out, having been with such a high-quality man, she could say it had been quite satisfying...
She stared blankly for a moment before she tapped her head, thinking, he was sick and here she was, wondering if she should take the opportunity to cop a feel, which really was inappropriate.
She quickly composed herself and started wiping his body with a towel.
But like someone suffering from dehydration, he kept sweating profusely.
The smell of sweat filled the room, yet she didn't find it unpleasant, instead, she thought it carried a very sexy masculine scent that made one feel a sense of power.
After Yu Xi wiped him down a few times, he finally seemed to stop sweating.
